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Is it gauche or just obligatory to quote Sassoon (Siegfried, not Vidal. Obviously) when you're writing about the First World War? I can never tell.

And can you pickle mature cucumbers? The things have gone mental. In spring I thought they were doomed with seedling blight and pretty much wrote them off. Cucumber seedlings are a pain. Like all plants they like to be watered but you have to give them just enough to be going on with and then let them dry out completely before re-watering, because apparently the precious little babies don't like their roots to remain wet. Huh. So, solved this by replanting the awkward little sods in deeper pots (More root drainage) and now my deck looks like a scene from Invasion of the Bodysnatchers. Flowers and great green bulging pods everywhere, with those thick, sentient looking tendrils they chuck out everywhere. And the passionflower is helping with the B-movie atmosphere - passionflowers have to be some of the weirdest looking flowers I've ever seen. They genuinely look like like they belong on a Star Trek set - some alien Eden in which an impossibly innocent green haired beauty asks Captain Kirk to tell her more of this Earth thing called Love. And frottage.

Oh, and Googlemail wants my 'phone number in order to make my account more secure? Ahahahaha.

Not Pygmalion likely, as my granddad used to say. These people are shameless, I swear. Man was in a similar state of incredulity the other day when a car insurance company asked him that common bank security question - what was your mother's maiden name? So now they know that his mother's maiden name was not Chance. Because that's what he wrote - Not A Chance.

And I've just realised I've written a livejournal post without using my favourite word. (Starts with f, ends with uck.) That's just not right. Fuckery fuck fuck fuckety bollocks. There you go. I couldn't leave you unsatisfied with mere frottage, could I now?


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Aug. 3rd, 2011 05:02 pm (UTC)
F-u-c-k-ing frottage or frottage and then f-ucking? Hmmm? The green haired gal has quite the choice ahead of her. Between the body snatchers, passion flowers and jealous!Spock should be a swell time had by all! *big grin*
Aug. 3rd, 2011 06:21 pm (UTC)
There is probably a terrible fanfic in there somewhere.
Aug. 3rd, 2011 06:23 pm (UTC)
Ya think?!?
Aug. 3rd, 2011 06:27 pm (UTC)
I know it's been a while, but I'm not so far removed from fandom that I can't see exactly how this shit would go down. :)
Aug. 3rd, 2011 06:29 pm (UTC)
Really? Are you sure? ;-)
Aug. 3rd, 2011 05:31 pm (UTC)
My cucumber plant just turned its toes up. I've only ever successfully grown cucumbers once, indoors. They completely overtook the back window and I had to tie them to the curtain rod for support.

Yes, you can pickle mature cucumbers. Slice them (peel them first if you're posh) and cover them with your favourite mix of pickling fluid.
Aug. 3rd, 2011 06:25 pm (UTC)
Ah. I shall have to try pickling some if I end up with a glut, which is looking increasingly likely. I started mine off undercover, since you mention growing them indoors. I started the seedlings in the greenhouse and probably dumped them in the gro-bag too young because they started showing signs of the dreaded seedling blight. They only started to really thrive when I put them in deep pots and back under cover. Of course, they're now too fucking massive for any of my little pound-shop plastic greenhouse and they're doing their bodysnatchers bit all over the deck.
Aug. 3rd, 2011 08:20 pm (UTC)
Yeah, you just know that it was August when the alien pods started popping up Mill Valley. Seriously, who would notice a bunch of ripe cucumbers and zucchini in August?
Aug. 10th, 2011 04:22 am (UTC)
You never leave me unsatisfied. I always love reading your posts. ^_^
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